Waiting for the End (Live From La Caja Mágica, Madrid, Spain, 11/7/2010)

[Intro: Mike Shinoda]
Put em up like this
Let me em, y'all
Yeah
I like that
Yo

[Verse 1: Mike Shinoda]
This is not the end, this is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone and the violent rhythm
And though the words sound steady, something empty's within 'em
We say "Yeah", with fists flying up in the air
Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there
'Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and the fear
Until we dead it, forget it, let it all disappear (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Chester Bennington]
Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strength to stand
This is not what I had planned
It's out of my control
Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It's hard to let you go

[Chorus: Chester Bennington]
(Oh, oh-oh) I know what it takes to move on
(Oh, oh-oh) I know how it feels to lie
(Oh) All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
(Oh) Holding on to what I haven't got

[Verse 3: Chester Bennington & Mike Shinoda]
Sitting in an empty room
Trying to forget the past
This was never meant to last
I wish it wasn't so

[Chorus: Chester Bennington]
(Oh, oh-oh) I know what it takes to move on
(Oh, oh-oh) I know how it feels to lie
(Oh) All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
(Oh) Holding on to what I haven't got

[Verse 3: Mike Shinoda & Chester Bennington]
Yo, yeah
What was left when that fire was gone?
I thought it felt right but that right was wrong
All caught up in the eye of the storm
I'm trying to figure out what it's like moving on
And I don't even know what kind of things I said
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead
So, picking up the pieces now, where to begin?
The hardest part of ending is starting again

[Chorus: Chester Bennington]
All, all, a-a-a-a-all
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got

[Outro: Chester Bennington & Mike Shinoda]
This is not the end, this is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot rockin' every revision
I'm holding on to what I haven't got
But you listen to the tone and the violent rhythmThough the words sound steady, somethin' empty's within 'em
We say, "Yeah," with fists flyin' up in the air
Like we're holdin' onto somethin' that's invisible there
Holding on to what I haven't got
'Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and the fear
Until we dead it, forget it, let it all disappear
Thank you!